This isn't a quick piece of smut, but I can't say it's going to rank among the great works of literature either. Enjoy.
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Teresa Collins looked at herself in the closet mirror as she entered the bedroom she shared with her lover, Mike Adams. The sight made her smile. She liked the way she looked.
Naked as the day she was born, none of her body was hidden from her sight. Her straight black hair ran to between her shoulder blades and was hung in a bang over her forehead. Teresa had bright blue eyes set in a face neither wide nor thin and she had an aquiline nose. The lips of her mouth were a little on the thin side. She thought them her least attractive feature. The chin was a little pointed but not chisel sharp. The rest of her was slim. At a couple of inches over five feet and just a few pounds over one hundred, her build was pixieish. Her breasts and ass were not big, but that helped keep them firm. She kept her pubes, which were the same colour as her other hair, closely trimmed.
By the time she reached the closet Teresa had completed her visual inventory. She slid the door open and began to pick her clothes for work. She wanted to be very careful. There was a big presentation today and had to look her best.
So she never saw Mike roll out of bed, pull something from the night stand, then go over to her dresser and take out a pair of black lace panties. Her first awareness of him was when he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He ran his hands down her stomach, stopping just below her navel. A flat, cold and metallic device was in his right hand, her panties in his left. The very different impressions the two touches gave made Teresa shiver. Mike planted a soft kiss on her left shoulder.
He was a big man with the build and rugged appearance of the stevedore he had been in his younger days. He had to lean a little and bend his knees slightly to make his loving gesture. His sandy blond hair was graying, even the rather thick mat on his chest. Teresa never felt overpowered by him. Rather he seemed a large tree, something large and alive that sheltered her from the world. He was a solid anchor in her world.
Teresa shivered as he teased her. She turned her head and kissed his cheek. She pressed her back into him, feeling that he was erect.
"Oh no," she said, a slight tremble in her voice. "I don't have the time today. I've got to be at work soon."
"I know, " he replied. "Just letting you know I care." He stepped back, turned her around and then fell to his knees. He held up the undergarment. "I think you should wear these today."
Smiling, Teresa agreed. She raised her legs one at a time. Mike fitted it on and drew it up her legs. An instant before they covered her lips he blew a warm stream of air over them. She drew a sharp breath at its teasing touch.
"There," Mike remarked, "All set. I also have a small gift for you." He held up a small rectangle of metal. It was not much larger than a credit card and about four times as thick.
"What is it?" she asked, a puzzled cast on her face.
"It's a cell phone. One of my clients asked me to evaluate it for them." Mike was a freelance electronics engineer. He had a fine knack for analysing electronics and picking holes in their design and function. He worked from home most of the time so there were always some sort of consumer electronic device sitting around their condominium.
"That small now?" Teresa observed. "Cool. Thanks." She reached for it.
He drew his hand back. "No. I want you to test its portability." He reached for the top of her panties, pulled the waist out a little and slid the tiny phone between the fabric and her skin. Letting the elastic go, the garment pressed the cold surface against her lips.
Teresa's eyes widened at the chill touch. "Mike, what are you up too?" she asked. Her face was amused and a little curious.
"Nothing, really," he replied. "Just what I said. If you can carry it there, it can be carried anywhere, wouldn't you agree?" Mike's face was all wide eyed innocence. Teresa knew him well enough to know that meant he
was
up to something. "Mike?" she demanded again.
"I want you to do two things today," he said then, avoiding the question.
Teresa thought for a second. Mike had never hurt her in anyway. And he was one of the smartest people she had ever known. So if he was up to something, it was almost certainly something she would like. She trusted him.
"What then?" she asked. Answers would come soon.
Patting the cell phone he told her, "keep this here all day. And make sure you spend the whole day at work. Plus make sure you have your usual Friday-after-work drink with Maureen."
The phone request was a bit odd. The rest was what Teresa had planned anyway. "All right," she consented.
"Promise?"
Teresa's smile vanished as she compressed her lips into a slit. Her eyebrows moved down to shade her eyes as she glanced sharply at him. This was a serious thing to them. She and Mike agreed that when they promised it had to be carried through. They rarely made promises to each other, but when they did, they kept them.
She was silent for a moment. "OK," she finally said. "I promise."
"Good." Mike smiled at her and stood up. "Get dressed and I'll have your breakfast ready." He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and left the bedroom.
Teresa turned to her closet and started selecting what to wear to work. The cell phone had warmed up so she hardly noticed it now. Her smile came back and she thought, "
Sometimes he's the strangest man. But oh so lovable.
"
Soon she chose a single piece dress that was the same colour as her eyes. It clung to her but not too tightly. It was quite professional but beautiful as well. She pulled on a pair of blue shoes with low heels. These were meant to keep her feet comfortable and accented her dress. Teresa went to the bathroom to put on her makeup, insert a pair of small gold studs in her earlobes, then headed to the kitchen.
On entering she found her travel coffee cup and bagels waiting for her. Mike was just pouring a cup for himself.
"Oh," he announced. "Two more things before you go."
Teresa looked at him, both suspicious and entertained. "I'm going to regret this, but what?"
"Make sure you take those with you." He gestured at some articles on the counter by the door. There were two small plastic bags there, one empty and the other containing four pairs of Teresa's panties.
She looked at him with skepticism.
"Trust me, please?" was his response.
"OK," she replied. Teresa grabbed the bags and stuffed them in her purse. "And the other thing?" she asked.
"No playing with yourself today," he returned. "I should have asked that earlier, but I want you to promise that as well."
That request rather surprised Teresa. She was too professional to waste time at work by masturbating. He knew that. There must have been a reason for him to ask. After a second's thought she replied, "OK, I promise."
Mike came over, gave her a hug and quick kiss. "Thank you beautiful. You'll have a good day." Her eyes twinkled back at him. He might be a little odd, but she loved him.
"I'm off. See you tonight around seven," she told him.
"I'll have something special for dinner," he replied. She smiled wider at that. Among his many talents, Mike was a good cook.
He escorted her to the front door and locked it behind her. Teresa went to their building's elevator, rode it down to the parking level then headed to her car. Starting it up, she set out for work.
Soon she was on the highway, her destination, downtown. The tiny cell phone was skin temperature and its presence was barely evident now. Again she wondered exactly what her lover was up to. However, she had more important things to think about and she started thinking about them.
Bzzzzt!
